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My full attention is on his broad expanse of shoulders as he shrugs out of his blazer, and I’m absolutely transfixed as he rolls up his sleeves, exposing tanned and toned forearms as he turns back to me.
“I suppose you know what a bratty sub is, too?” He quirks an eyebrow beneath the flop of styled hair on his forehead.
I press my lips together and shake my head.
He chuckles, and the warm sound spreads through my chest, forcing me to clench my legs together. “Oh, I’m betting you do, princess. And if I’m correct and you fall into that category, you crave what a dom could give you. Spankings and all that come with it.”
“You’re wrong.” It’s automatic and, from my gut, a defense against something I can’t name.You’re so right.I shake my head and stand. My boots firmly on the ground, I move to the mini-fridge like I’m thirsty, putting some distance between us.
When I stand back up, he’s behind me, and I squeak in surprise. His dark tan arms cage me against the countertop. I can feel his warmth, but he’s not touching me.
“Am I?” he whispers, and a not entirely unpleasant chill runs over my chest and down my stomach to my core.
“What are you doing?” I’m breathless, my chest tight with anticipation. This is all wrong.
His hand drops, and I suck in a harsh breath as his fingers land on the mini-fridge’s door. “You didn’t offer to grab me something to drink.”
When his other palm lands on my hip and he moves me out of the way, opening the door in one smooth motion. Something in me wants to turn around and press against him. His overwhelming scent has filled my senses, and I want more. I clench my teeth together and find purchase with the drawer handles at my back.
He twists open the water bottle he grabs out and takes a long swallow. When his violet eyes land on me, I hold my breath. My water is unopened in my fist, and his eyes drop to it.
“Drink your water, princess.” The underlying command is explicit in his tone. He’s used to being listened to, and I challenge that.
I step to the side and place the bottle on the counter. “I actually decided I’m not that thirsty.”
In my stomach, I knew what that response would get me, but he still caught me completely off guard as he closes the distance and boxes me in. His thigh settles right between my legs, and he leans forward, exchanging bottles and opening mine. Then he looks at me, like seriously pins me with the hungriest gaze that has ever been given to me, and I just might melt. He lifts his empty hand to my face, settling on my jawline. His thumb brushes my lower lip as he urges my mouth open.
“I said drink your water,” he says. There is no true alpha command in the words, but when he holds the open bottle to my lips and lifts, I listen. This is a dangerous dynamic, and I’m falling head first right into it. “That’s a good little princess.”
My heart pounds beneath my ribcage as my throat works to carry the water to my stomach. It’s too late for my panties as I soak them with my arousal, my perfume effortlessly strong between us. His hard length grows even bigger against my thigh, and it takes everything in me not to mewl and press myself against him. Fuck. I am not this needy little omega. Yet, he makes me this way with only a few small actions, and I am not sure I hate it.
When he backs up, I feel the loss of his heat. He eyes me and sets the bottle back down. “Let me make one thing clear. The contract promises no intercourse, but there is a really fine line I intend to walk. If I cross one you don’t want crossed, you need to stop me.”
I swallow but don’t say a word as I wait for him to add the rest.
“Tell me your safe word, princess.Then we’ll talk about hard limits.”
“What makes you think I’m okay with this?” It doesn’t come out angry or demanding; no, the questions are completely breathless and the corner of his mouth kicks up.
“Safe word, or I’ll assume you have no limits.”
I part my lips. My tongue sneaks out to wet them, and his eyes drop. Am I doing this? Fuck. The idea of holding power over him is intoxicating, because that is what a sub is, powerful. They hold the control and only accept what they want. My palms are clammy as I flatten them against my yellow dress.
“Mango.” The second the word leaves my mouth, he grins widely.
“Hard limits?”
“Torture,” I croak, already ready for anything deals out.
“The one promise I can make is you’ll only feel pleasure with me, and the kind of pain that leads to pleasure, like spanking,” he says. His lips quirk up at the corners as he watches me.
Shit, I am crazy. This is crazy. Instant regrets slam into me, but when he closes the distance again and tilts my head up to his with his large hands framing my face, I don’t utter my safe word, because I want to know what this feels like.
It is electric. When his lips touch mine, fireworks go off behind my eyelids as he claims my mouth with his demanding tongue. A purr rumbles in his chest, and I press closer, my arms snaking around his neck. He nips my lower lip, soothing it soon after with soft kisses. Then he is nibbling his way along my jaw and down my neck. My head falls back as I stare sightlessly at the ceiling. This is a bad idea. With my heat so close, I should stop him. But I don’t.
He palms my right breast through my thin dress, his thumb flicking over the hard nipple poking through. His large hand massages and squeezes it until it feels heavy and achy. When he sucks on my flesh just above my collarbone and to the left of the place he would bite me to claim me, I whine low in my throat. A craving for something I never want is like a rock in my stomach, and I push at his chest.
He doesn’t listen to my insistent pawing at him, attempting to shove him away. And my body is growing heavier with desire, slick, making my thighs damp now that my wet panties are no barrier.
